They confront the beast.. with unexpected results

The clumsy creature lunged at the closest target, swinging its club recklessly at Robin. With his poor form, it was easy for the girl to dance around his attack, closing within his reach and driving the point of her rapier towards his throat. With a small murmur of arcane words, a torrent of flame erupted from the tip of the weapon, intended to turn the Naga's skull to ash.

Robin is taken aback when the sword fails to strike home and the magic dissipates in a violet haze. The Naga, meanwhile, seems emboldened by the attack, rearing taller and more menacing than before. Worryingly, a slit opens along its front and a protuberance emerges, clearly a male organ of some sort. Erect in an instant, it is huge and dripping, the Naga’s intentions obvious. Robins eyes widen at this strange response to her attack and she is caught unawares as it strikes at her with his fangs, spitting venom. Her agility saves her but where droplets splash on her bare skin it tingles, and she feels a strange arousal sweep through her body. The feeling in her loins is disconcerting but thankfully brief, as the droplets evaporate, but she backs off, wary and flustered by the sexual excitement that came and went so quickly.

She comes back to herself as Fuu joins the battle, reaching out with her powers. Fuu’s brow furrows as she feels resistance in the ether. A powerful magic surrounds the Naga who responds to the probing by growing yet taller, towering above them as it spits venom that splashes on the surprised Fuu. Robin can tell from the flush that sweeps over Fuu that the venom has had the same effect on Fuu as it did on her. More worryingly, Fuu is reaching out to the second male organ that emerged from a second slit in his body and is waving in Fuu’s direction, as she responds to the allure of the meaty phallus.

Robin is about to push Fuu away but needn’t as Emmaline pushes her way to the front, joining the fray. The triumvirate confront the menace with her leading the way but the serpent grows even taller and thicker, enraged by their approach but also the fire balls that Emmaline hurls, scooped from the torches of the corridor and shaped into weapons by her. One after another she hurls them but they dissipate in the air harmlessly with a puff as he roars and another slit opens in his abdomen and a slimy cock swells forth as he spits venom in Emmaline’s direction. Unprotected at the vanguard, her face is coated and she falls to her knees in a swoon as she reaches out to the penis that extends towards her. She kneels, sinking into the exotic dance for which she was formerly famous, eyes affixed to the glistening object of pleasure that weaves before her as she contorts her body in lascivious moves.

Confronted by an angry acolyte set on indulging himself with the three women, Robin reacts first and yanks her friend roughly backwards so that she sprawls on the floor. Emmaline rises to her hands and knees and wriggles provocatively at the beast, as if any further provocation were needed, offering herself to him. Robin makes a mental note that she will remind the proud Emmaline of this at a suitable future juncture, but throws water over her, to cool her passions but, more importantly, to wash away some of the venom that coats her face.

Fuu has taken a step back, too, and Robin detects a subtle change in the Naga’s demeanor, as he appears to shrink slightly and one of his members droops and pulls back. Testing her theory, Robin steps back and observes him closely as his stature visibly declines and a second cock droops. A pace forward and the penis soars once more as he growls and spits at her but, now prepared, she dodges the venom.

Robin smiles, satisfied that she has deciphered the riddle, and pulls her comrades back further to the relative safety of the corridor entrance. Emmaline, completely unaware of her slutty antics, is recovering as she pulls herself to her feet shaking her head. Fuu gives a knowing look to Robin as she helps Emmaline to stand but cannot hide the smile on her face.

"I knew there was something creepy about this place!", Robin said, dusting off her weapon as she watched the creature shrink slowly as it retired into the shadows with a pathetic mewling sound, one sorry penis still erect all that he had to show for the encounter.

"At least we have left him alive", Fuu said, stepping forward to examine the retreating Naga. "He is clearly defending something. We might learn something by speaking with him."

"If we can avoid his amorous advances!" Robin said.

"That's right, it was just good that we all reacted so quickly" {ACB chimed in.

Fuu and Robin grinned, exchanging a knowing glance as the intrepid band headed towards the temple door. Emmaline clearly had no recollection.

At the door, Robin paused, thoughtfully, and excused herself from her comrades. Returning to the shadows, she followed the mewling noise of the Naga and found him curled in a pathetic heap. When she moved in on him slowly, unthreatening, his eyes followed her but he otherwise remained still. Slowly she approached, stroking his tail, calming him. She noticed his one remaining penis was still erect but his demeanor was calm. His eyes were sad, pleading., and venom dripped from his fangs.

She retrieved a glass vial from her leather pouch and used it to drain a good quantity of venom from the creature while he sat passively.

“That may well come in handy at some future point”, she muttered as she stowed it away. Before standing to leave.

His eyes followed her, softer now that he realised she was not a threat, but also sad and pleading. She eyed his engorged organ and moved a small hand to it, feeling him quiver under her touch. She stroked gently up and down and felt him respond.

“Maybe I can return a favour”, she spoke to him, although she had no clue as to whether he understood her.

Hs movements told her otherwise as he slowly coiled and uncoiled to the rhythm of her hand as she massaged him. His organ stood long and proud and was quite human like aside from the head, which was shaped like a snake’s head and flared wide each time her hand moved upwards.

Despite the lack of venom, Robin, found herself getting turned on by this simple act, a familiar warmth between her soft thighs. For a moment she thought of taking it further. A glance back to the door confirmed her colleagues were in earnest conversation and she was unobserved. It would be so easy to slide her leather thong to one side, to stand astride this member and let it slide deep into her, unseen in the shadows.

Robin shook her head, collecting herself again, realizing her tiny hand was covered with the ooze that leaked from his slit.

“This is quite powerful stuff”, she smiled, as she concentrated on her task in hand, using firm strokes on her newfound friend, marvelling at the strange phallus that pulsed in her hand until, with a purring sound, unusual for a serpent, he ejaculated forcefully, shooting quarts of cum up into the air like a fountain, before it spilled back over her hand. She pumped him gently until he was quite empty. Their eyes met, an unspoken message of gratitude, and he slithered away into the shadows.

Robin returned to her friends as she wiped her hands clean on her tunic and checked that the glass vial was securely stowed. She had a bounce in her step and a smile on her face when she greeted them.